Statues

You’d think it was impossible

With scissors and with haste

To cut out every tricky thing

And throw it in the waste

Gotta bunch of files

Swept the old shelves clean

Found a box of matches

And a can of gasolene

Think we’ll give old Uncle Sam a seizure

In the United States of Amnesia

Graveyard no yard

The land is flat and mean

There’s a mass burial somewhere

That no-one’s gonna see

Greenwood burned town

Three hundred underground

Greenwood burned down

Three hundred underground

Go home, citizen

Take your axe and gun

We’ll arrest the victims

We’re the law, the pale white sons

‘Cos we shine white white white white white white white white white

We shine white white white white white white, oh yeah

USA

USA

USA

USA

You… talkin’ ‘bout you

Talkin’ ‘bout you

Talkin’ ‘bout you

_{Music and Lyrics by Jonathan Burt}

_{Running time 4.54}